Dark Twisted Love …

Part three – of a four part piece, where the title will slowly reveal itself with each part. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear your thoughts as it unfolds.

Her iris allows the light of his day to enter her soul. She is a spectacle to behold, a specter to his reality. Yet he basks in the deep diamond teardrops she sheds for his attention. He is a lost soul wandering aimlessly among the many opportunities she has available to her. His hand held out for that romantic gesture to join him in another galaxy. He suffers through the loneliness to feel her touch, to touch her skin. To merge two celestial beings into a shooting star across the darkness of space. The darkness of curtains closing on an encore of fireworks bursting to an applause of greatness. The darkness which closes his eyes to her beauty. The darkness which follows her in the shadows to his presence.

She stands before him. Finds herself in the stare he hypnotizes her with. She feels sexy. For the first time she feels wanted. Desired. She feels his eyes comb her skin with kisses. Brush her soul with passion. Shivers that excite her womanhood. Wash away the dryness with tingles of joy. His brown eyes, hard thrusting brows grasp her thoughts. Leaves her weakened to his presence, his firmness throbbing, pulsating for her warmth. “Take me with your hands. Let me feel your roughness caress the softness of my face. Hold me in time as your lips converge upon mine. Dance in a hunger to taste me.” She gasped in weakness.

The cloud of smoke dissipates. She is back to reality. He sits across the room with his head turned slightly. She thinks he was staring at her, but her mind had drifted to the place her needs were already anticipated of being there. She was flustered. Dizzied. Shaking from his touch, caressing the insides of her breasts, the death to her soul, the relaxing of her heart. Butterflies scurried throughout her as their wings sent shock waves to the nerves which anxiously awaited his touch, his kiss, him.

He lifted his head slowly. Followed the rainbow to her. She was beautiful, gorgeous, she was a mermaid in his ocean of dreams. He felt confident, he grew with lust and was strong as a rock. However, she was his weakness. He scanned her body every chance he got. He longed for her legs, the smooth lengths he wanted desperately to run his hands up and down. To kiss and taste the salty flesh that hardened for his tongue, his lips, him.

As they dance within each others gaze across the floor. A fortunate stroke to the match that lit the burn deep inside. Fate had them within inches of losing control in a frenzy of carnal eruption. Is when the lights flickered. The buzz of electricity bolted between them. The earth split open and pitchforks from hell rose with lava dripping from the prongs. The fire splattered like water on a grease fire. The sweat poured from his forehead as demons snaked from his skin and slithered down her limbs. Hissing and moaning, angered at the resistance to his touch.

He was warned about her. She was warned about him. Their attraction is so volatile that it will combust into a subconscious climax. Mind altering intercourse that will hold the memories of elation. Bury them for anticipation of a reoccurrence to top the before mentioned divine tastes of heaven.